ALASTAIR’S POV
“Ooh, Alastair, where are you?”
Instantly, I felt my body go rigid as I heard Rue’s sarcastically sweet tone calling my name from over the common room entrance, the soles of her boots rustling against the carpet to the rhythm of Melanie Martinez’s Mad Hatter. I slithered down from the couch, attempting to hide from her, and motioned for Warren to look away.
“Yoohoo,” Rue chirped.
“Oh s**t,” I murmured in an undertone and sought shelter underneath the table. I heard Warren chuckle, staring at me with an amused smirk.
If this antelope tells her where I am, I’m going to bite his neck off.
“She’s here,” I heard him say and my head shot up to his spot so fast I felt my head throb when it hit the corner of the table.
“Damn,” I cursed, pressing a hand on the back of my hea
